besides the dogs that gather beyond these gates
who else did she tell I wonder our friends
coffee always sends them running splendidly
incumbent in the finest holiday lace
and you should have seen the ballerina
hold court beneath fluttering skies
moon was the last time we wandered among them
circuits buzz alive as these words our roses
remind me why we ever left this flat tire
heavy with mercy were the priests those days
cardamom their liturgy while sunrise
feasts upon tattered tablecloths her hope
she blames me for the changing waves I know
all these borrowed trade winds make her love you
hedgerows crying from her song strung potential
cast lots overflowing dotted mailboxes
they breathe while she brings their patterns enough
you leave the reckoning past feathered creeks
dynamic were their flights ever behind you
at eleven she calls me from the game